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First line tag!
Thanks for the tag, @talesfromaurea!!
Rules: share the first sentence of your last ten stories. If you haven’t written ten stories, share as many first sentences as you have.
I'm going to treat Marika + Lorelei's stories as separate, even though they're both a part of Whispers, just because they are So Dramatically Different, so <3
Since this is rather long, I'll tag people up here: @writeblrfantasy, @calicojackofficial, @authoralexharvey, @vacantgodling, and @faithfire!!
As always, absolutely 0 pressure to play, and feel free to treat this like an open tag if you'd like to join in!
Whispers (Marika POV):
The tattoo coils and curves like the rope of a noose crawling its way up his forearm, faded only a touch in the decade since he got it. And like rope burn, even looking at it stings my skin where the same one should have been drawn long ago.
Whispers (Lorelei POV):
I do not often meet Commissioner Arkady Starsent in his office.
Firebreathers (Ember POV):
I need to switch patron Goddesses.
Echoseers (Ember POV):
Muted sunlight glints off of shards of cerulean glass, the blood painting their edges stark as shadow-tar and steaming against the chill in the air, a calmer rendition of the panting breath clouding the shattered window. The breeze at my back shivers up my spine as Nimbus finally lets go of my waist and rips himself out of the harness, falling to the floor.
Goddess-Touched (Ember POV):
The charcoal that was once [Redacted] sits still and silent, but for the waves lapping at the cliff beneath the plateau of blackened bone and the calls of carrion birds circling overhead.
Experimental worldbuildy WIP that will be a serialized anthology eventually:
Ursa Riyón was five years old the first time they met someone from another world.
The Traveler (the 2022 horror short):
As the moon rises over the empty white horizon, the traveler knows they have made a mistake.
Deity Complex (from the police report prologues):
Witness reported seeing a school bus flip over the guard rail and roll down the mountainside.
The Lost:
In a coliseum drifting among the wastes of shattered stars, the last of the Varied chews on a crystal, choking the shards down with the knowledge that they will be fighting for their life once again in a few hours.
Mark of Legend (its a backburner wip but i do like the opening):
Tashmi Alir was leaning against the railing of the airship, back to the water below and gazing lazily at the clouds roiling overhead, when the captain first made the arrangements.
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kettlefire · 3 months ago
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Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)
Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.
Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.
Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.
A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.
It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.
The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.
No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?
That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.
They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.
And then it was all gone.
The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.
The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.
Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.
A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.
A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.
A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.
Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.
Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.
A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.
But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.
Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.
None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.
"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."
Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.
"Did that just-"
The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.
The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.
Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.
"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."
"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"
Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.
It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.
"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."
A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.
No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.
Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?
The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.
He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.
An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.
"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."
#danny phantom#danny fenton#phandom#dc x dp#batman#dcxdp#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc crossover#justice league#I've been toying with the idea of following Pariah Dark's end the zone abolished the idea of a one true king#instead setting up a counsel of the most trusted ghosts and deities with in the zone; including Pandora and Clockwork#I also like to vote for Technus to be on the counsel and Ghostwriter to be like the secretary/note taker#after Ghostwriter stopped being an asshole ofc ofc#I kinda have this list of specific details I've created for this idea and like I keep thinking up new ones#like the Phamily's backstory is somewhat canon complaint with the show but also a whole mess of complex shit#like the expanse of Danny turning into phantom and the events that occurred still did except technically they never did#it's clockwork's time mumbo jumbo type of shit#Ellie had to be deaged some to help stabilize her core so I'm roughly saying she's like 7-8 years old#but idk children so idk how a 7-8 year old actually looks or how they usually act or talk#The JL seriously don't know if they should be hopeful or not but Dan's grin and excitement makes it seem more promising#I like to imagine Bruce is just watching Dan with Ellie and Danny trying to figure out if he's actually a good father or not#people being surprised to find out that Ellie Danny and Dan are all technically orphaned siblings#while Dan is just trying to coparent his siblings with the help of a time god an earth goddess a princess and a dirtbag with a motorcycle#dan phantom#ellie phantom#I can go on and on so I'll force myself to stop now#long post
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blueiscoool · 21 days ago
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Footage of the Giza Pyramid Complex Being Built in Egypt c. 2600 – c. 2500 BC.
An archaeologist has found ancient film in a hidden vault under the great pyramid of Giza.
This explains everything! 😉
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sarafangirlart · 4 months ago
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Trojan War adaptations that completely remove the gods are so stupid as if the drama and interactions between the gods with each other and their favorite mortals aren’t literally the highlights of the story. Especially Athena and Hera, there is never a dull moment with them.
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the-black-manor · 8 months ago
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When you come to me in prayer, do so as your true self, unclothed and unburdened by society’s expectations of beauty. Your naked body is the greatest offering to this god of blood and darkness, and your prayers are more easily sung from behind unveiled lips.
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lovecoredeity · 26 days ago
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today I offer y’all crumbs
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assmaster-8000 · 9 months ago
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i cant find much oc content in touchstarved because im lowkey blind but people with touchstarved ocs!!! please info dump to me in comments or dms i /gen want to hear what yall have come up with!!!!! what are their back stories? how different is it from the route you chose for them? what are they like? what do they look like? miscellaneous facts?
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warmth-and-wonder · 2 years ago
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A friend of mine was going through something recently that drove me to Hestia’s altar on my knees, and it really put me in awe of her. She is owed due by all mortals and all gods because without her there’s no Olympus, much less mortal civilization.
Hestia is such a critical aspect of our existence. Our homes, our cities, our towns and our communities, these aren’t small or insignificant things! She’s as fundamental to us as the fire that cooks our food and the roof over our head. As queen of home and heat she reigns over the bare necessities for survival, and all the building blocks of society. Her absence is desolation and her abandonment is apocalyptic. It’s no wonder the ancients gave her a portion of every offering! She’s the very cornerstone of divinity!
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sadistmusings9 · 2 months ago
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Altar
I seem to connect to those long distance, this paired with my new deity kink and I have been pondering what my altar would contain. Do I have it simply encompass my dominant side or all of me? Even so I think it should contain:
Prints of my words or pictures of me.
Red and black/gold candles. Or the colours of autumn if you want a larger selection
An oil diffuser containing alternating mixtures of lemon myrtle, pine, lavender and water lilies.
Perhaps this is an place to store my favourite sadism implements? If so; collars, riding crop, nipple clamps, nipple pumps and cuffs.
Perhaps things you've collected that remind you of me, a pinecone spray painted gold, pebbles, crystals or shells, a skull found on a hike etc
Tokens of my likes and interests kink and non kink related.
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I was tagged by @calicojackofficial to post a line each from the midpoint of 10 projects!!
i unfortunately dont have 10 projects to share but oh well Content warnings for death mentions in 4 and 5, and mention of injury in 6.
Firebreathers “I do believe that is the first truly entertaining thing I’ve heard in a century,” [Veratrum] says.
Echoseers “If you want riches, third window in from the eastern corner on the short side of the building is a good place to start. That man needs humbling."
Goddess-Touched (mid-drafting; 31k words so far, this is taken from ~16k through) “These chucklefucks took my ship to Delya. I wasn't going to stay behind.”
Whispers (mid-drafting; 6k words so far, this is taken from ~3k through) Maybe that’s what he expects. Suicide over servitude.
The Lost (from exploratory writing) She is going to die today. She wonders if she will be ready, when the time comes.
Deity Complex (mid-drafting; taken from ~5k through) By the time I realize that I landed on a discarded, shattered bottle with my right shoulder, I’m too numb with shock to feel it all that much.
The Halloween 2022 short: Perhaps they are too preoccupied with their mumbled prayer of thanks and the glittering stars above to notice.
..........and any others I've got are either a) Ancient Projects that Should Not be Unearthed, or b) things that I'm considering putting up as patreon early-access when I start a patreon at the start of the new year, so I'm not really comfortable sharing those right now.
I'll tag @writeblrfantasy, @writingamongther0ses, and @writersandpoetsunited!! You guys are the only people I can guarantee in my head to have 10 projects, so <3
But this doubles as an open tag, as always!! And there's absolutely no pressure to play for those I tagged <3
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shadystranger · 5 months ago
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I've noticed there's a significant difference in how Dean is portrayed between the Wincest and Destiel fandoms.
In the Destiel fandom, Dean is seen as a righteous, tragic figure who loves humanity deeply but has never truly been himself. Every waking moment he suppresses his true nature and hides from god-knows-what through pretending to be someone else thus the finer specfic details like the water he drinks tells you much more than his flagrant acts. He's a scapegoat who goes unnoticed and unappreciated.
On the other hand, the Wincest fandom views Dean as a deeply flawed character who strives to be good but fails miserably. He is a doomed man, both a victim of his circumstances and a perpetrator. He is a good man, too good when it matters or counts but not too much. A person that your evaluation of them exceptionally changes depending on how you look at him and from whose eyes it is that you're seeing him.
With Dean being someone who intentionally fundamentally alters and changes his attitude, the extent of his compassion, tolerance, the intensity of his criticism, disapproval, the lengths of his love, and devotion based on who you are and what you are to him. He is a man full of sin, but his extreme devotion and consecration for his brother are his greatest virtue. Dean is true to himself, and that self is repulsive. He resents the weight-of-the-world he carries, does not want to be a savior or hero but a no-man who does good in the shadows and protects his loved ones. He's a disbeliever. He is selfish and hedonistic, and his circle of loved ones is incessantly enclosing on itself and othering. Family doesn't end with blood expect it does and there's a hierarchical order of importance he ranks people in with Sam being on the further top with a gap between him and everyone else that's trailing below. Dean is judgmental and unsympathetic. Yet observant, and caring, capable of both deep kindness and causing great hurt.
His love, devotion, and empathy are conditional; he will disregard all your good deeds for a bad. He won't extend a hand unless you align with his views. He sorts people in categorizes, chooses, and picks apart and discriminates. The love he has is oh-so terribly selective. A hypocrite to the extreme. All in all, the antichrist to Hellers' Dean, who is portrayed as ultimately faultless and noble. Wincesties' Dean is rotten, an anti-hero who commits many wrongs but is layered, complex, and human. His brother, the sole force that pushes him to become the antithesis of everything he stands for or upholds.
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will-pilled · 4 months ago
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Gonna be honest I have a hard time believing a lot of people (mostly on TikTok) actually want to learn from Lucifer.
I'm not at all trying to gatekeep deities, but I feel like a lot of self proclaimed 'Luciferians' only like the aesthetic of Lucifer rather than his actual teachings.
They'll be like "I follow the teachings of Lucifer!" and then turn around and be a massive bully. I feel like you can't truly follow his teachings if you bully people for being weird, or if you engage in unproductive harmful discourse, or refuse to think critically. Like I'm sorry, did you learn NOTHING from his teachings? You're literally acting the same way he wishes people would not act like.
It just makes very little sense to be a nasty person to anyone you perceive as different and then devote yourself to a deity who actively encourages acceptance of those who are cast out for being unruly to societal standards. Seems counterproductive.
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sarafangirlart · 3 months ago
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Me when I see ppl say that Ares is Hera’s favorite son:
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the-black-manor · 8 months ago
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Who wants to have disgusting blasphemous sex in the pool I was baptized in while you worship and pray to me?
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salvepersone · 11 months ago
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Ok but Kevin and Veronica from Shameless are literally Ares and Aphrodite
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